the past enabled
early smiles honest and true
gentle thoughts and words
was that really me
I laughed with the sun
I swooned with the moon and stars
gentle sleep and dreams
was that really me
with the dawn came dark
doubt shadows my every whim
tears heavy and cold
is that really me
Reena’s Xploration Challenge #279
Prompt – Was that really me?
-Eugi
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I love this. Is that really me? a beautiful sentiment.
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Thank you so much, Nicole.
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I love the transition from early honest and true smiles to tears heavy and cold and the self doubt running through the verse!
That’s a fantastic pic.
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I’m so glad you liked it, Punam. The pic was taken in Blue Ridge, Georgia, and the tree has since been removed. But, during our visits to the area, I remember the tree when it was full of beautiful green leaves, however, it still had that same shape. I found it most interesting and thought maybe it was struck by lightning.
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It is a very striking tree and I am sure it must have looked beautiful with green leaves. Thanks for sharing.😊
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I love this poem, powerful words.
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Thank you so much!
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Loved the contrast in the two halves of the poem. So well written 👏🏽
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what wonderful wonderful query in your words with a magical tree embracing the moon Eugi! 💗
“I swooned with the moon and stars.
💗
gentle sleep and dreams
was that really me”
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Thank you so much, Cindy! 💖
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Thought provoking words.
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Thank you.
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Well done. XO
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Thank you, Ellen.
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Very beautiful and touching poem Eugi. 👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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Thank you, Sadje.
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You’re most welcome
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Sometimes it feels, quite, unreal when we looked back at our, past selves, because we are, living in the, present, stuck, and, it felt, unreal, recalling our states of mind, our lives, from, before…
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Yes, going back in our past can be thught-provoking, and even unsettling.
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You cover the passage of time beautifully.
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Thank you, Reena!
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Nice💖
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Thank you. 😊
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From delight to sadness over time
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Yes, unfortunately.
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I would like to hope as we get older we know more about who we are… not like teen angst. Which reminded me of some folks who would say they knew me better than I knew myself – I just didn’t think that was possible. 😉
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I agree on both counts, especially your comment about others saying they know you better than yourself. I don’t think that’s possible either.
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🙂
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May I say Eugi a “Kick A$$” poem!!
I related 150%….on so many levels. The tree photo speaks to me also. How sometimes I feel split into 2 seperate identities depending on who I am around.
Thank you for another stunning poem ❤
{{{hugs}}} Sherri-Ellen (BellaSita Mum) & purrss BellaDharma
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Thank you so much, BellaDharma and BellaSita Mum. Head bonks and hugs!
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